A cute little kid was restless
He ached to be on the playground
as he awaited the final bell to ring
O it was going to be vacation time
his heart would repeatedly sing
The teacher gave the class
an essay as homework
along with the promise of a prize
The kid packed away hurriedly
He knew what he would write
‘What superpower would you want?’
’twas a piece of cake
He would write ‘I wanna be superman’
and hurried home,
as fast as his feet would take
He ran and roamed
through the gardens
as Mom went to meetings
He played and wandered
as Dad was glued to his screen
With his mud-caked fingers
and dirt in his hair
he spent the days carefree and wild
breathing in the scent of summer
playing till the stars twinkled at night
One day his beloved grandma
gazed wistfully outside
As he continued to play
he hugged her tight and asked
are you okay?
She replied with a sad smile
it feels I have become a child again
only I don’t enjoy it like you do
I toiled like your parents
and didn’t see half of my wishes come true
That night the kid opened his notebook
and began to write his essay
I can be mighty or brave
or experience all the thrills
but I would want my superpower
to be happy at will
…now that you’re here
As you might know, Ameya runs on a purely non-profit basis. With no tangible products on offer, advertisements and donations are our only two sources of keeping this blog up and running. You could convey your support to us with something as little as $5 - that's less than what an average Starbucks would cost!
As a professional writer, Anagha thoroughly relishes the challenges involved in writing heart-warming poetry. To know more about her, feel free to contact her over her Upwork profile here.